Who: Harry and Elaine Where: Out and then to his new place What: Valentine’s Day date When: Valentine’s Day Warnings/Rating: R for sex and schmooooooop Status Complete
Harry had expressed interest in going out for Valentine’s Day, so Elaine had arranged for Corazon to stay the night with Grandpa and Grandma Mallory--Elaine's parents. Of course, that meant explaining to her mother that she was seeing her childhood sweetheart, and answering all kinds of questions. How is he, what does he do for a living these days, are his intentions honorable...that sort of thing. After many assurances, and promises to give him their regards, Elaine finally managed to escape, with enough time to get ready for her date.
Harry parked his puttering car in front of her house. He grinned as he stepped out, rubbing a hand across the front of his jeep. He hoped that She liked his surprises. And he hoped they had some time to talk. He had... well, it had been an odd few nights. And his dreams had gotten weird.
Very weird.
He went to her door and knocked.
Elaine answered the door with a smile, and a pair of pumps in hand. Between work, and the mom gig, she probably only wore high heels about once or twice a year; and this was it. She’d gone halfway to Narnia--more commonly known as the back of her closet--to find her one red cocktail dress, and it was the type of dress that just wouldn’t look right with anything but her one pair of dancing pumps.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, smoothing the dress over her backside after she’d slipped the shoes on. It had been a while since she’d worn the red dress, and she’d been pleased to find that it still fit her rather flatteringly. She hoped Harry would be, too.
Harry whistled. “I haven’t seen that in... wow... you still look incredible in it, babe.” He swallowed, mouth growing dry. “Mmm, what were we doing again?” He winked at her. She was amazing, and she never failed to make him groan in appreciation. Yum. Why had it taken him this long to do this again.
She smiled. There were some memories associated with the red dress, all right. Some very titillating memories. “I don’t know,” she said, “You were the man with the plan. What are we doing?” And were they doing it before or after they made more memories involving the red dress?
Harry swallowed, then grinned. “Yes, Plan. Thing. yes. Come with me, gorgeous. I have a surprise or three for you.” He smirked wider, and held out his hand to her, bowing.
He couldn’t wait to show them to her.
She smiled, and took his hand, stepping close to raise his knuckles to her lips. So maybe it was supposed to be the other way around, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to be close to him. “Lead the way, handsome.”
Harry smiled softly and shivered, eyes bright, and he nodded. He led the way out, and to his car, handing her in, then drove toward the restaurant. It wasn’t far away, but he enjoyed riding with her in the jeep which always seemed to do better when she was in it.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for a week.”
She slid into the car, and buckled up, watching as Harry drove. She’d been looking forward to this as well, though she really had no idea what to expect. She always looked forward to seeing Harry, ever since they were young.
“You’ve been pretty busy lately, working, planning surprises.”
“I want today to be good for you.” He paused, then nodded. “Also dreaming more. A lot more.” He shivered. “Seems like I’ve dreamed every day this last week.” He nodded. “When we get home after dinner, I have a few things to show you.”
“So have I,” she murmured, running her fingers through her hair. She’d dreamed about some of the things that Harry had mentioned before, and she didn’t think that it was merely a coincidence. But she was content to leave that talk until after dinner if Harry preferred. “I hope you’ll enjoy the night off, as well.”
“I am finding things are good here. Not just being with you, but work... is wilder but also better.” He grinned. “I am rather enjoying it for once, and not just because I get to beat the bad guys.” He nodded. He was enjoying it a lot.
He drove quietly for a moment, then grinned again. “Oh, there;’s a present for you in the backseat.” And there was. A small box held a necklace, one that had a rowan branch and a pentacle on it. “I, ah, found these and thought of you.”
Elaine reached around to claim the box from the back, glancing over inquisitively at Harry as she held it in her hands. It was prettily wrapped, and appeared to be the right size for some kind of jewelry. She resisted the urge to shake it, in case it was fragile. “Shall I open it?”
“Yes, I mean, please? Happy Valentine’s Day.” Harry bounced a little as he glanced at her, then back forward, driving. He grinned to himself as he took one off the beaten path route, then another. He was starting to learn the back roads, even inside the cities here.
She smiled as Harry navigated, and she focused on the box. When she opened it, there was something that just felt right about it, though she couldn’t quite say why. She took it out of the box and fastened it around her neck at once. “It’s lovely, Harry. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” he smiled over at her at a red light and sighed. It did look good on her, and it made him shiver as the sunlight, sinking lower, caught it and made it seem silvery, and almost magical.
“You glow, sometimes, you know? With a magic no dream can make.”
“You think so?” She smiled at him, wondering if he was seeing her aura. She’d studied so much energy work in her massage practice, she was used to looking beyond the five senses, but she didn’t know if Harry had ever looked into that sort of thing. “You look really happy tonight.”
Harry smiled and nodded. “Yeah, actually, I do.” He grinned at her and chuckled. “I am. I’m with you, and I’m taking you out, and things are going well, and I’m... well, surprises will wait.” He winked at her.
The light changed and he started up again, driving along, happy.
Happy was good. Elaine had a feeling that they’d both needed a little happy in their lives. She was glad to know that Harry’s work was going well, and that he was still enjoying being with her as much as she enjoyed being with him. She could hardly wait to see what he had in store.
The restaurant was a nice little place, a Western style establishment and they were welcomed to it and ushered to a table where the owner himself came out. “Tonight, Mister Dresden, my daughter sleeps in her own bed and her kidnapper sleeps with the fishes. Tonight, Mister Dresden, you do not pay for food in my house.” Harry blushed, and nodded, rising to shake the man’s hand, then sitting, speechless as menus, bread, and ranch was set to the table, and then everyone vanished out of sight.
“Ah... I’ve been lucky.”
Elaine tried not to stare when the owner came out and thanked Harry for his apparent heroism. Somehow, it did not at all surprise her that Harry had been out doing more than just arguing cases in a courtroom. But still...knowing he’d already been shot once, going above and beyond the call of duty, sent a shiver of concern through her being.
“Lucky it was the kidnapper, and not you, that took a watery nap?”
Harry nodded. “Lucky to find her at all. I managed to convince a sergeant to come with me when I did, and he called for backup. The police did most of the work from there, but finding her... that was what I did. I’m... it’s weird, but I’m getting better at it.” He shook his head as he wondered at it.
He told her about the case, then as he sipped water and considered the menu. Two old friends turned enemies, turned rivals and bitter foes. A kidnapping. A near capture and then the father’s foolish appeal to the kidnappers which let them realize he was close to knowing where they were.
Harry’s race to find her before they realized she was getting too dear to hold, and that final firefight.
“It was a long night, but we got her home. And, ah, well, you saw the guy. He told me to bring you here, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. What do I do, you know? Tell the guy no?” he shook his head, troubled a little, and yet, smiling faintly.
Elaine reached for Harry’s hand as he spoke, wanting to offer comfort and reassurance that she wasn’t going to run away from things like this. She’d run from her feelings for him long enough. “You made it through,” she murmured, “That’s what counts.”
He lifted her hand to his chin, to his face, and he nodded. “And I mostly wasn’t in danger. Mostly. LIke I said, the cops did most of the work. The girl wouldn’t leave my arms for hours, though.” He chuckled. “I had this image of having to come to your house and explain why I had an attachment.” He shook his head. “The only woman I want clinging to me in any way is you.”
“You are amazing.”
“Well,” Elaine conceded, “I suppose I can’t really blame her, given what she had just been through.” She might not like the idea of women clinging to her man, but she understood why it might happen. As long as Harry wasn’t reciprocating, there was no reason to get upset.
After all, he didn’t get upset about her massaging other men, for work. “I’m amazing? You’re the one rescuing damsels.”
“Thanks.” Harry smiled at her. He got jealous of those she massaged, but only a little. She was a professional, and he was glad to see her doing well. He loved her ways and her actions. And her massaging was part of that.
“Rescuing damsels is easy. Raising a kid while juggling a job? Now that’s hard. You amaze and impress me every day, Elaine.”
“I guess you can learn to adapt to just about anything, if you have to,” Elaine said as she ran her thumb in a circular motion, massaging his palm. People said that she had magic hands, and sometimes she could feel the energy at her fingertips. She was sure that she could feel the thrum of the connection between them right now, and she never wanted to lose that.
Harry nodded, and sighed, relaxing some, and shivering. Yum. He glanced at her, eyes half-lidded. “Have I mentioned how very sexy it is when you touch me?” He smiled softly, then nodded at the menus. “We should order, and then we can talk more.”
“I don’t think there’s an upper limit on how often you can mention that,” Elaine replied, smiling back at him. He looked a bit like the cat in the cream, but she didn’t mind.
She reached over and opened one of the menus with her free hand, glancing over the selection. “Have you eaten here before? What’s good?”
“I have. The beef selections are all really good and this place is one of the few where the sea food tastes like real fish and not something from a package.” He nodded as he watched her, then glanced down, finally deciding on the surf and turf option.
Elaine went with the same, and hoped her eyes didn’t prove to be bigger than her stomach--or at least that they’d be able to take the leftovers home with them if they did. Maybe she’d go for something more adventurous later on, but she already knew that she and Harry had similar taste in most things.
“We’ll have to have a toast, to your success.”
He grinned and when the waiter came, ordered a relatively cheap white wine he knew was good. And was not surprised when the owner’s wife arrived a moment later and poured a much more expensive wine for them both. He sighed and shook his head, then raised his glass to Elaine. “To you, and to us, and to discovering everything that this means.” He nodded.
Elaine raised her glass to his, the chime ringing out in answer. “To us.” She had a feeling there would be good times ahead, and difficult ones; but that it would all be worth it. “I’m glad you found me again.”
“Me too. Thankfully, you weren’t hard to find.” He smiled softly to her. “And more than worth finding.” He winked at her. She made his life better just by being there.
She smiled softly, a faint flicker of regret passing behind her eyes like a fleeting cloud, quickly replaced by sunlight. She had missed Harry’s levity, when they had been apart. She’d never actually tried to make it hard for him to find her--unless you counted her dreams. It had hurt to realize that she’d run from him, figuratively, just as surely as dream Elaine had hidden from him in that reality.
“I promise you, Harry Dresden, I will never hide from you again. Unless we happen to agree upon a mutual game of hide and seek,” she added playfully, “In which case, all bets are off.”
Harry laughed, then and leaned in to kiss her. “Sounds like a situation where then should be bets after all.” He nodded to her. “As long as you’ll have me, I won’t run, nor hide from you.. I promise..” And he was glad that he found her, that he knew her now, that he had her.
“Igneo Platineum.” Okay, so maybe all the surprises wouldn’t wait. And warmth spread along her skin, from end to end, from where he had touched her. At least he hoped it worked.
Elaine closed her eyes as the warmth spread out from Harry’s lips and enveloped her, head to toe. She turned the words over in her mind, feeling the subtle weight of them; tangible but slipping just beyond her grasp. “Latin?”
“Sort of, but not. Latin and Dragonlance Elvish.” He grinned at her. A combination phrase. Apparently invented by my other self at some point, then abandoned, because he learned other things. But I haven’t yet. So... yes.”
He paused. “Magic.” The candlelit room, with the chandeliers merrily warming the place, didn’t flicker a bit.
Elaine smiled, running her thumb over his knuckles. Maybe that tingling she felt wasn't just her imagination after all. "From your dreams? The magic is bleeding through?" She'd felt the same way about herself, feeling more sensitive during a particularly meditative massage, but it was more subtle for her. She hadn't tried to use any of the Words that had come to her in the dreams yet, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't been applying the principles to her energy work. "I've been practicing too."
Harry nodded slowly. “It is. It’s not... well, not working all well, yet. And sometimes, not at all, but it is working.” He kissed one of her hands and grinned at her. “Yeah? Has it been... working?” He was curious. If it worked for her, too, it would be awesome. “I keep dreaming about it, and at first I didn’t believe it was possible, but... little things kept happening. And magic is real, I guess, somehow.” He swallowed. “If I can share it with you, though... then I think I could handle it.”
“You tell me,” she said, letting her free hand hover over the shoulder where he had been shot, and projecting a whisper of will. “Is it working?” She wasn’t sure if her clients would know the difference, if her reiki were evolving, but Harry might. He’d have a better idea of what to look for.
Harry closed his eyes, wondering if he would even know if someone else’s magic was working. He cast his mind back to what he had learned about what the dream him had learned. Darn his partial memories!
He felt a warmth, then, and a feeling of strength, and almost rightness and he sighed as it filled his shoulder area. His eyes opened and he smiled. “yeah, ah, I think so. It feels... good.”
Elaine sighed softly as she released her concentration, running her hand down Harry’s arm in conclusion. “It seems to come fairly easily to me, to use it with reiki,” she mused. “I suppose because I’m already familiar with the principles of moving energy, and focusing my intention. I almost didn’t realize I was doing anything any differently, until Cora bruised her knee at dance this past week. She asked me to massage it, and the bruise all but disappeared under my hand.”
He couldn’t resist lifting her hand and kissing it, and somehow felt some of that energy flowing back as he did so, his eyes almost closing for a moment as a sense of pleasure rolled with it. “I think we might be finding our own proof of magic existing, even without the magic touch.” He spoke slightly softer, huskier. and his lips turned up as he looked at her.
She smiled back, her shoulders relaxing, and a soft sigh escaping her at his touch. “You think so?” She didn’t disagree, but it was nice to have affirmation that Harry was on the same page. “I think I could get used to this.”
“Me too. I like being around you, and kissing you, and making you feel good.” He looked forward to making her feel very good tonight. He was hopeful, you see. He smiled as he looked at her, eyes half-lidded. “I hope you will enjoy tonight, and I look forward to finding magic in every moment I see you, a lot more often.” He nodded.
“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Elaine murmured. They’d been through everything together, from puberty to driver’s ed, to crappy summer jobs, and they’d always been able to find the magic in the little things. She hoped--and what’s more, she believed--that they always would.
Harry smiled softly, and shivered, grinning wider. “I hope food gets here soon, so we can eat, and get our strength up for the surprises after dinner.” He winked at her. He felt like things were only getting better.
Elaine arched a brow at that, wondering just what sort of surprises awaited, after dinner. She supposed she would just have to wait and see.
When the food was delivered, he kept up some snappy patter, and ate slowly, enjoying her company,. This night was feeling incredible, and he found himself slowly sure that he was ready to... take the next step.
And he hoped she was too.
Elaine enjoyed the meal, and the conversation, and the luxury of not being in a hurry to finish up and get home by a certain time. It meant they could explore their connection at a leisurely pace. Not that she was stalling for time, by any means. She was simply savoring every moment.
When the meal was done, and Harry had pressed off any attempts at a luxurious multipart desert, he led the way out to his car, grinning. “They are amazing and the cooking is way too good. I can’t dare come here too often or I would grow fat.” And he didn’t want that.
As he let her in then slid in the car himself, he grinned. This was going well.
"You ? Fat?” Elaine laughed as they got into the car. “You have never had an ounce of extra weight on your frame since I met you. What are you talking about? I’m the one who’s had a baby.” Of course, that was going on nine years ago, and she’d stayed pretty active since. But Harry had shot up like Jack’s beanstalk since they’d first met, and he’d always been lean. “Besides, how are you ever going to put any meat on your bones if you keep running around, chasing bad guys?”
He blushed and grinned at her. "Uhm... Well, I gained a little extra weight and I worry... my family has a history of heart disease and attacks..." He shrugged. He was sure it would be okay. He smiled then. "But I'm much more interested in your body, personally. I like looking at it a lot."
Elaine nodded. Heart disease, high blood pressure, and cancer weren’t things they’d ever really worried about, when they were teenagers. Neither were stray bullets. She couldn’t do much about the latter, but now that she was aware of Harry’s family health history, she would keep it in mind when she cooked for him. In the future. She smiled a little at the thought of Harry and future in the same sentence, and looked forward to all that might entail.
“I like it when you touch my body, too.”
Harry grinned at her. “We should look into that more, when we get home. I feel a desire to explore, coming on.” He chuckled. He wanted to make her moan, and give them both a very good night.
“We most definitely should,” she agreed. In fact, she might be very disappointed if they did not. As much as she’d enjoyed pampering Harry while he’d recovered from his gunshot wounds, she had been looking forward to the time when they could both explore without any acute injuries to inhibit their enthusiasm.
He raised his glass to her, now filled with water. “To exploring, and to us.” He liked how that sounded.
He grinned once they had drunk and watched her, feeling his heart pounding. “MMm, I think it might be time to wander on home and work off some of the hunger.”
Elaine set her glass down, and draped her napkin on the table beside her empty dishes. “I think you’re right about that, Mr. Dresden.” She smiled, and extended her hand to him. “Take me home?”
He took her hand and rose, then led the way out, to the whistles of two waiters, and the waves of the owners. Harry’s cheeks heated, and he smiled anyway. “I think you have some fans.” And he led her to his car, and in, then slid in himself. He was really glad he lived nearby.
Elaine smiled, ignoring the hoots as best she could. At least it was positive attention. It could be worse. “As long as one of those fans is you, that’s all the matters to me.”
“I’ve been your fan since I was 15, Elaine.” He spoke the words as he got the car in gear, and sent them zooming along. “And it’s only gotten more fervent and devoted since then.” He nodded.
Harry grinned, glancing at her. She was amazing. “You’ve become a strong, incredible, and talented woman, and even more beautiful.”
Elaine turned slightly toward him, reaching out to touch his leg, just above the knee. “You do know, don’t you, that I’ve been a fan of yours for just as long?” They could have probably spared themselves a lot of frustration and heartache if they had just been able to admit that. But that was in the past. “I’m just glad we’re on the same page now.”
He blushed. “I... hoped so, but I didn’t know, no.” He looked down and then at her at a red light, smiling softly. “Me too. It makes for a lot less lonely nights.” He had taken to calling her some nights, even when they had seen each other recently. She made him feel better, and he liked talking to her and sharing his life with her.
It felt... right.
Elaine, too, enjoyed those long conversations in the evenings, when Corazon was tucked in bed. Even if all they did was talk about their day, it helped to feel closer to him, and bridge whatever gaps might have been left by their time apart.
She settled back in her seat to watch the scenery--and Harry--as he drove them to their next stop.
When he pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex,. and to one wall, he parked and grinned at her. “C’mon you.” He led the way in along a path past a pool and to a single door, which he unlocked, then ushered her in. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Slightly less humble than usual, but it was still a small one bedroom. And he liked it.
She followed him inside, taking a turn around the apartment, and taking it all in. It might be small, but it was certainly roomier--and potentially homier--than a generic motel room. “It’s yours? Congratulations, Harry.”
" He smiled as he closed the door setting the place in darkness and spoke.. ” Flickum bickus. ” And the room came to life as candles around the room came alight. Including a path lit toward the bedroom. Harry smirked.
Elaine could just imagine a lighter being flicked as Harry intoned those words. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but she heard herself gasp softly as the candles came to life. “Harry, it’s beautiful.” She’d always loved candles.
Harry grinned as she gasped. “A beautiful setting for a beautiful woman.” He held out a hand for hers as he backed toward the bedroom. “Come with me and let’s see what other magic we can do.”
She took his hand, following him to the bedroom, her eyes roaming along the candlelit path, and back to his face. She loved the way his dark eyes glittered in the light, deep and mysterious. She knew the light would make her hair shine like amber and spun gold--and her own eyes darkened like the summer sky during a storm as she pictured it falling around them like a curtain.
She shone to him, and he swallowed as he stepped to the bed. “I want to make love to you, Elaine. I want to give you all the pleasure I can.” With unhurried fingers, he stripped there, letting his clothing fall there at the bed’s edge. He had a slightly scarred, but not exactly unmuscled body. mostly odd shaped and not quite ruggedly handsome. But in the candlelight, he was exactly as he wished, all hers.
Elaine watched him undress, her bosom heaving as her breathing quickened. She loved his expressive face, his lean, familiar frame. He had more scars than when they had been teenagers, of course, but she’d seen them when he’d come out of the hospital, and she hardly paid them any mind. He was her Harry, her best friend and first love, and they were together again at last.
She reached up and undid the zipper of her red dress, letting it slither down her body to pool at her feet; and kicked it aside as she stepped toward him in a red, strapless bra, matching panties, and those pumps that she wore once a year. “Do you want the shoes on, or off?”
He smirked. “Leave them on, for now. We can always toss them off, if we need to.” He stepped to her, and kissed her, slow and easy, warmly. There was something about being here, right now, with her, that had his heart pounding so fast, and his mind racing. His hands slid down to grope her ass, then up to slowly work on her bra hooks.
Opening her mouth to him, Elaine leaned into the kiss, pressing herself against the line of his body. Her hands moved to his hair, roaming over his naked skin as he undressed her. She was his now; nobody else’s but his.
Harry smiled softly, smirking against the kiss, hands gently sliding her bra off of her, pulling back for that along. His groan when he saw her uncovered breasts was loud. Yes, he remembered them, but stars and stones, she looked even better now. “You went and got more beautiful on me, Elaine.”
She smirked up at him, feeling her nipples grow taut in the open air. She remembered how she’d practically bathed in olive oil while she was pregnant and breast feeding, to keep away the stretch marks. She’d grown comfortable with her new shape in the intervening years, and always tried to stay fit; but it was still nice to hear it from someone else from time to time. It was nice to know it wasn’t just nostalgia that drew him to her. “I guess I’m just lucky that way.”
“Have I mentioned that I am lucky, too? Lucky to know you, lucky to find you, and lucky to care for you and have you care for me?” He stroked her breasts in his hands, and kissed her again, putting all his passion into that kiss. “Because I am, and I know it.” He pulled her close then, hugging her tight, stroking her back with caressing hands.
Elaine nodded, melting into the embrace. She felt the same way about him, and those feelings seemed to be growing stronger. “No matter what happens,” she murmured, “No matter what dreams or powers may come...I hope we can work through them together.”
Harry nodded. “No matter what.” He kissed her again, and grinned softly, snuggling her close for a long moment before pulling back a little. He nibbled at her lips gently, and then kissed her again, more passionately. His hands slid down her body toward her underwear and he intoned a word, and her clothing vanished, reappearing on the floor, folded neatly. He smirked and looked into her eyes.
“Stars, this is amazing.” He blushed and grinned, and then pulled her down onto the bed, scooting them inward, and kissing her hard as he did so, hands roaming her beautiful body.
Her eyes widened with both surprise and arousal as she found herself suddenly naked, except for the shoes. She moved with him, mouth opening, kissing him hungrily and thrusting her tongue against his as their limbs tangled on the bed. She’d had no idea his magic had become so advanced already--and she wondered what else he might show her as the night pressed on.
His kissing matched hers, tongue against tongue and he whimpered as he ground up against her. He felt like he was still working magic on a kid’s level, and wasn’t sure he could do anything more impressive. The spell had been supposed to make her warm and tingly as well, but it had failed in that half. Sometimes, Harry was sure that magic was run by a jokester.
He groaned as he stroked her body, teasing her back and hair with his hands as he pressed her down on the bed and nudged one knee between her legs gently, parting them. “Beautiful.” he pressed forward and gasped as he pressed into her, his body rocking with the sensation and pleasure of entering her; Her walls closed around his cock and he moaned her name.
She didn’t even pretend to resist him, parting her legs willingly and running her hands down the length of his spine. She pulled him close as he slid home, eyelids fluttering at the fullness. She’d been wanting this since that first night he’d rolled into Orange County.
Harry rested there for a second, head pressed against hers, before he slowly began moving, moaning softly. “So good.” He had been wanting this for a very long time, and he stroked and teased her body as he thrust in and out faster. She felt like coming home, like pure pleasure on top of pleasure, and he moaned more. He drove his cock deep into her with every thrust, and shuddered at how her pussy seemed to welcome him in.
Elaine sighed, moving against him, tensing and relaxing as he thrust. She drew her knees up, the heels of her shoes pressing against the mattress for leverage, shifting her hips for a deeper angle. “Mm...what took us so long?”
He cried out as she shifted angles and he sank in even deeper on the inthrust. ”NNghm, I dunno. But, hmmmm, I am glad we didn’t wait any longer.” He moved faster in her, harder, kissing her as he stroked her body. His hand teased her breasts gently even as he smirked. So good!
Tensing her abs, she clenched around him and pushed her hips upward, glad that she had been exercising more lately. The core strength was really going to come in handy for this kind of thing, and it gave her more energy to boot. She cried out as his thrusts hit the perfect depth, making her tremble inside. “Oh, god, right there. That’s the spot.”
Harry had found himself running more lately, and he felt those muscles bunch and thrust as he thrust, groaning. When she told him that spot he shifted and thrust faster, stroking along that spot with a dragging rush that was sure to make her crazy.
His hands slid under her, groping her asscheeks and spreading them, teasing her tiny hole as he fucked her.
She gasped, fingers pressing into his back as he teased her, building the tension in her core to a frenzied pitch. Somehow that little extra attention in a place that didn’t often get much attention seemed to make her that much more sensitive, and push her that much closer to the edge.
He teased her there with light strokes and pokes and moved in her, moaning, panting, feeling his own passion rise, and fill him. He shuddered as he thrust faster into Elaine, every part of him seeming to fill with energy. He kissed her hungrily, desperately, feeling the power flow in him, in her, and somehow joining them together...
She felt an answering power rise up in her, mingling, until she couldn’t quite tell where Harry’s aura ended and her own began. It filled her senses, and she cried out into the kiss; back arching in sheer pleasure as the crescendo washed over her. “Harry!”
And it bounced back to him and he cried out as well, her name on his lips as an orgasm like nothing he had ever felt crashed over him. “Elaine!” He moaned as he slowed and kissed her softly, breathing heavily and grinning. “Hello, gorgeous.” He murmured the words as he slid out of her and flopped next to her, wiping his hand on the side of the bed for later.
“Wow...”
“Wow,” Elaine echoed, shivering with little aftershocks, even as she curled up against him. She kicked off her shoes at last, and ran her feet over Harry’s legs as she snuggled him. She’d had some pretty good sex, but she felt like this had been something special. Something unique to the two of them. “I think...my magic remembers you.”
He blushed because that felt... intimate, and warm, and he kissed her, and grinned. “I think mine remembers you, too.”
He chuckled. “Somehow.” The magic and the sex had taken a bunch out of him and he snuggled her, laying there, tired, but grinning. He groped her rear slightly, and snuggled close.
“I like it,” she murmured, stroking his back. She was tired too, but in the best way possible, and she smiled as she kissed the corner of his mouth. She would be happy just to lie with him like that until they drifted off, and morning came.
Harry nodded and closed his eyes. “Snuggle times. More later.” And he let himself relax, smiling widely, and feeling content.
“Good...” She shifted gently, to draw the covers up around them as they lay together, basking in the warmth of the aftergow.